Honor Bound
By sidewinder
The rising moon dances in full celebration, Rich in traditions, Sparkling in the light, The magic runs full circle manipulating the vision that rises before my eyes, Wheels of fire, A circle with a dagger sparkling in the hands of the maiden, Mystical of the world opened in sight to a door of new realms Which bring dreams to those who believe, Clear in the very foundations of physical reality, Shared in harmony to the four winds raised in praise to the Lady which promises nothing but love to those with an open heart. June 20, 1997 Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 07:26 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 18 • 12
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"The rising moon dances in full celebration, ..."